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Post by Luxeria on Mar 12, 2015 17:53:18 GMT -8
Aleena knew of the power her beauty had. It had been her original source of power, affecting men and women alike. Despite being born into a rich family, it was only her looks that she prized and used for her desires. It was that one time when she was denied that opened the door to the Force. Since then, she desired the power as a secondary means to gained what she wanted from others in case her beauty failed.
As he walked away and made his statement, her eyes widen. Not from shock or fear, but from the reality that she was being denied a third time. Immediately, her mind went back to those moments on Coruscant.
~~It was a beautiful sunset as she approached him. The best sight one could see on the planet-wide city. Of all the people that came to her, to win her affection, he was the only one that caught her attention. The looks and physique, the way he carried himself, it was all too perfect. They would have been the perfect match. At least, that's what she thought until he responded to her.
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"You think you're something, that you beauty can gain whatever you want. Well, it doesn't work on me. I have no interest in you nor will I ever."
What made it worse was how calmly he said it, without any care. The anger of being denied surged through her and the Force awoken within her. As he walked away, she screamed and the ground cracked around her. She held out her hand to him and squeezed, desiring him to come back to here, demanding it. Unable to move, he was pulled back, as well as was getting crushed. It was his scream that broke her anger and let him go. Looking at her in fear, he scrambled away the best his aching body could. It was then she knew the truth about herself and it was then that she decided if her beauty couldn't attract, the she'd used the Force and instill fear in those few.~~
Her fist began to tighten as the memory returned. But it wasn't the only one. The next came while at the Jedi temple.
~~She had requested an audience with the Council at the Jedi Temple. It had been only a few days since the first incident. There she asked for the formal training to grow in the Force. She didn't express why though. However, it must have been apparent why she had come as their words made it so clear.^
=Jedi=
"We won't train you. Your desires are clear to us. Now, go."
Those were the words she heard, maybe not what was truly said. But it didn't matter. This time though, she merely walked away, knowing if she tried fighting back, she'd be taken down quickly. They hoped by denying her, she wouldn't get the training and the darkness in her would pass. But it didn't. She trained for two year on her own until this day.~~
As he made his way out of the cell, she stood to her feet. It was slow and quiet, though Andor would have easily felt the building Force within her. Her fists tightened further. Even this Sith was denying her. If that was the way it was to be, what was the point of staying put, following the rules so she could seek out the Sith. She would have to run and keep training, hoping to either break free of her limits herself, or find another. Either way, she wouldn't stop until she had the power she craved.
The power focused itself in her hands and began forcing them apart as swirling energy began to be seen in each hand. Despite her growing anger, she spoke calmly and clearly to him.
"I don't care what you see. I possess the power of the Force and I will have the fullness of its strength, one way or another."
Her eyes shot open quickly as she lifted both of her hands towards him as the energy merged and released in a Force Burst straight at his back. As quickly as she released the energy, she reached out to the orbs that lay on the ground and pointed her hand at Andor, the three orbs moving at him quickly.
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Post by Darth Andor on Mar 14, 2015 19:07:37 GMT -8
The Grand Inquisitor could feel her anger building, the animal bashing against its cage, fighting to get out. With his back still to Aleena, Andor sneered, her thoughts and emotions filling him with power. She was desperate. She didn't just want it, she needed it.*
*Just a second or two before Aleena unleashed her anger, Andor spoke, sensing the attack and welcoming it.
"Do it."
In a blur, Andor spun on his right leg to face the young woman as soon as the animal inside her broke free, lashing out at its master. In a flash of light, a Force Bubble appeared around Andor, milliseconds before the Force Burst hit. As it hit Andor's shield, he felt its power: strong, relentless, but raw and untrained. In time and with the proper training, he felt that Aleena would have found herself a new signature move. He released his hold on the bubble as the three orbs almost disappeared from the naked eye, as they beelined for the Dark Lord. Raising his left, mechanical hand, Andor channeled his power into a Force Grip, easily catching and stopping the purple orbs in mid-air. With his other arm, Andor curled his hand to form a "C", and drew on his newfound anger: anger that his new apprentice had attacked him. He was proud that the animal had freed itself, but now, it must be tamed.*
*His anger boiled, sending a storm of power through his right hand, shooting out for Aleena's neck, intending to Force Choke her and to lift her off the ground, suspending her in mid air. If Aleena failed to defend herself, Andor would hold the choke until she fell into unconsciousness.
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Post by Luxeria on Mar 14, 2015 19:46:16 GMT -8
Aleena's head dropped slightly as Andor turned and deflected her burst with the Force and stopped her orbs. She wasn't going to get by him easily. It frustrated her and surprised her, though she couldn't understand the latter. He was clearly a strong user of the Force, far beyond her capabilities. Despite the power and distance, he could easily render her attacks useless.
Her eyes did go wide, however, when she felt the grip on her throat. She reached for it, grabbing at an invisible hand. With nothing there, it surprised her further at the realization that he was using the Force to do so. So many ways to utilize the Force. She had barely scratched the surface. In this moment of revelation, she knew that no amount of training on her own would ever get her what she wanted. She had to be trained, or at least guided.
As she felt the ground disappear, she could feel her body being pulled down, the gravity fighting her, the grip focused on her neck. She didn't see the truth to what he was doing, only that her life was being held in the balance. All trains of though lead to one conclusion: he aimed to kill her. It mattered not the reason, just that it would be the end result. She couldn't die here. She had to live; she would live. Nothing would keep her from getting what she wanted, not even this powerful Sith.
She let her head raise slowly in its struggle. She had only tried focusing the Force this way a few times, but now was a desperate need. With her air blocked and running out, it took all she had to focus. Closing her eyes, she let the Force build within her. She had used the Force Burst earlier, her first use period, and it could have been destructive. But she needed something just as powerful, but wider and released in all directions. Her fists began to tighten as she forced herself to hold on. She was almost there. Opening her eyes, they began to turn, their green slowly becoming red. She had already been descending into darkness ever since she arrived, the last attack and this current situation, pushing her anger, pushing her hate, her will ever growing.
Her whole body began to glow in a sense, moving energy forming around her. Her wrists twisted towards him as she let out a tiny grunt for it was all she could manage while being choked. As she did this, she unleashed the Force that flowed through her violently in all directions, releasing a Force Repulse from her body. She didn't know the power behind this attack or what would happen. All she hoped was that it was enough to break his grip. If it didn't, it would be the end for her.
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Post by Darth Andor on Mar 15, 2015 13:21:24 GMT -8
Her anger was building, becoming more uncontrollable by the second. Andor could hold her at bay, but he did he didn't know for how long. He was a Dark Lord of the Sith, but he was practically nothing against uncontrolled, limitless power. The power she was wielding could easily consume them both. Yet, in the face of danger, Andor stood there, choking the woman. He was happy he had found such a rare gem. She had been smart to seek out the Sith on Kuat. She would become a very powerful tool once he was able to get her under control.*
"Give into your anger and your fear. Let it consume you!" His voice was dripping with malice. He relished this. It was like a kid waking up on Christmas day.
She began to grunt, her wrists twisting forward. Something was about to happen, and it was going to be huge. Andor had only taken a few steps backward, through the open doorway, where he ended up in the hallway of the detention block. He dropped his Force Grip on the purple orbs and reached out to the controls. The door hissed shut, just an instant before she struck. As the door shut, it broke Andor's line of sight, which would also break his Force Choke on Aleena.*
*In an explosion of raw, emotional power, the metal door tore from its hinges and flew at the Sith. He dove to his right, narrowly missing it as it slammed into the wall behind him. Suddenly, red lights began to flash and an alarm began to screech, informing the detention center that a cell block had been breached. Getting back to his feet, Andor could hear the thunderous cacophony of footsteps as Imperial troops stormed into the hallway, armed with E-11 blaster rifles.
"STAND DOWN!" He roared at the troops. They skidded to a halt about twenty feet from Aleena's cell, where they waited, "She's mine."
He approached the cell, his figure a silhouette in the doorway. His eyes took in the destruction of the cell. The lights were shattered, sparking profusely, leaving the room in darkness. The only light came through the small doorway and the occasional spark. In the low light, Andor could see a spout of water shooting into the air, the toilet shattered into a thousand tiny pieces. The sink had suffered the same fate. As for the metal framed bed, it lay on its side, on the opposite side of the room where it had originally sat, warped so badly it was unrecognizable.*
*His eyes glided over to Aleena as he began to observe her, to see how she faired against her own attack. His mind was drawing on the force, getting ready to teach her a lesson.
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Post by Luxeria on Mar 15, 2015 15:30:31 GMT -8
In the darkness of the cell, Aleena was on her knees gasping for breath. Her Force reserves were fine, but she wasn't capable of handling such release of power physically yet. Not to mention she was still trying to catch her breath from being choked.
Looking up, she saw that he was standing in the doorway. She cursed within the confines of her mind. Considering how much damage the attack did, she could only wonder how he came out unharmed. Due to being choked, looking up, and focusing on the Force, she didn't notice he simply closed the door and moved out of the way. In the moment, she was running out of ideas, her stamina slowly running out as well. Forcing herself to her feet, she looked at him hard. Despite her heavy breathing, her green eyes seemed to stand out, unwavering, strong, defiant. But that spirit would only allow for so much. She knew her body had weakened and if she tried as o so much run, she'd more than likely collapse. This could be her end, but she wouldn't go out crying for her life. She would stand strong the whole time.
"Well? Get on with it then." Her voice spoke in the same tone that her eyes had shown, revealing no fear, not even anger now.
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Post by Darth Andor on Mar 15, 2015 18:38:31 GMT -8
So she had accepted her fate, backing down to the appearance of the Master. Now, she knew not to lash out until she was ready, as was the way of the Sith. Andor walked closer his hands at his sides. He looked her up and down, assessing the damage, which ultimately was not much: not enough.
"Get up." He ordered. But just as she would stand up, his arms shot up and unleashed a barrage of emerald Force Lightning. Being an apprentice of the Darkside was not going to be easy. The journey was full of pain, hate, anger, and suffering. Only the strong survived and would live on using the memories of their apprenticeships to fuel their emotions. One day, Aleena would be in combat and would look back to the first time she met Andor. She would remember the events that had taken in Kuat City. She would remember the pain, the anger, the hate. Those emotions would save her, giving her power that Jedi only dreamed of achieving.
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Post by Luxeria on Mar 15, 2015 18:52:16 GMT -8
There was no expecting what came next. The emerald lightning shot across her body, hitting every nerve along the way. At first her body was frozen there, held by the lightning and the power that surged through her. It was only a few moments more before she fell to a knee, her fingers spasming, trying to hold some semblance of a grip. She refused to go down as a weakling. Even now, despite the pain flowing through her, she forced herself to look at him, her eyes reflecting that same look. In those eyes, he would see that she wouldn't go down easy. And if she would go down, she wouldn't go out crying and giving her enemies the pleasure of killing her.
But even now, she was still untrained, unable to bear such pain for long periods of time. How long had she been under this power? It seemed for quite a while as her knees finally gave way. She fell into a fetal position and faint cries of pain could finally be heard, though they were still not the sounds of one begging for mercy. But the anger was flowing through her, the anger, the hatred towards him, the pain that he was forcing her to bear. All of it was burning itself into her mind and her being.
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Post by Darth Andor on Mar 16, 2015 8:36:00 GMT -8
He held the lightning for as long as she looked at him. The lightning cracked as it shot across the room, searing into the girl's flesh. Finally, she broke, collapsing to the ground, whimpers of pain escaping her lips. The lightning stopped as Andor turned around to leave.
"If you find me, you will be worthy of my training."
Then he left the detention cell and began to make his way down the hallway. He looked at the Imperial officers,
"She's clear for release."
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"As you command, Lord A-"
But the officer was not able to voice Andor's name as the Sith Lord's hand came slamming across his jaw in a backhanded slap, sending the man crashing into the wall. He would survive, but sustained a broken jaw and a couple of bruises. If Aleena had heard his name, the entire mission would have been pointless. It was up to her to ask around, to figure out who he was, and where he resided.*
*Leaving the building, Andor hopped onto his speeder and set off, heading back for the Estate of the Ten.
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Post by Luxeria on Mar 16, 2015 12:41:24 GMT -8
As he stopped his barrage and left her there, her mind began to lose all sense of reality. The pain had warped her sense of time. Was she awake or asleep? Was she even alive? Had it been mere seconds? Minutes? Hours? Days? In the end, all she knew was the pain. Faintly her mind continued to echo his last words to her
It had only been a few minutes before her focus returned and she comprehension cleared. Slowly, she forced herself to her feet, though it was far from an easy task. Expecting to be locked in another cell, she was surprised to see herself in the same room with one of the soldiers approaching her. Telling her she had been cleared for release, she grabbed her orbs from the ground and placed them in her pack as the guard led her outside.
She had become curious as to who the man was that had had his way with her, punishing her as he did, then leaving with only those few words. She asked the guard about him, but he refused to offer any information. Most likely in fear of getting the same treatment as the other soldier. She would have to seek him out. But she was too weak and beaten to try and find him now. She needed medical attention.
After asking around, she got the location of two places. One, to change her republic credits for the currency of the Empire. It took a little bit to get the trade, the people behind the counter edgy at first, especially seeing her in her current state. With that out of the way, she made her way to the second location, the hospital.
Checking in, the got nurses out to her when they saw how badly she'd been burnt up. Carrying her to a room, the helped her strip down and into a some garments used for bacta tanks, got her set and dropped her in a tank. There she waited, hearing the muffled chatter behind the glass. They were discussing her wounds, talking about her charred bits of skin and blisters. However, they were agreeing that a few hours in the tank and a night of rest would heal her up well enough.
She also heard the talk, concern for how she ended up in this situation. The unanimous consensus was it an attack by one of the Sith that resided with the Emperor. All talking began to fade out as she did, remembering the tiny bit of info she had gathered and taking in their tone, suggesting they weren't fans of the Sith, or at least some of the ones that resided here. That, however, was beside the point.
After a few hours, Aleena was moved from her tank and moved to a new room where she could rest and the doctors could keep eyes on her. During this time, her mind began to roam, diving into the flowing energy of the Force around her.
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Post by Luxeria on Mar 16, 2015 17:56:23 GMT -8
Within the depths of the Force, her mind began to gain focus, the endless see, taking on multiple shapes. Each seemed like a fire of color, burning. From each, she felt something, though she knew not what. It wasn't long before on of the flames felt familiar. Dark, powerful, it felt like that of the man who had been in the cell. From that, the most she could figure was that it was his presence.
Her eyes opened as she looked around. She had been out for a few hours and felt the hold of sleep. Squeezing her fists and stretching she took a breath. She had to find him and she didn't have time to waste. Making her way from the bed, she stripped out of her hospital clothes and found her burnt ones nearby. Her first order of business would be changing clothes. As she did, some of the nurses and tried to get her back to bed. She told them she was fine and after several attempts to get her in bed, they finally gave up. Going to the front desk, she paid for her time and headed back to the spaceport.
Boarding her ship, the first thing she did was go to her room and gather new clothing. Finding what she wanted, she went to the cockpit.
"Computer, run a check and find out where the Emperor resides here on Kuat. Also check to see if the Sith reside there as well."
=Computer=
::Yes, Aleena. Beginning search now.::
As the computer ran its search, Aleena stripped out of her clothing a tossed them to the side. Even with a good cleaning, they were ruined. Was this going to be the extent of her training? If so, she'd need clothing specifically for training that she could eventually toss without worry. Once dressed, she looked to her hand. She had been healed but inside, she could still feel the coursing power. Was it from his attack, or was she perhaps stronger? She felt her focus was a bit sharper. So much was a mystery now, so many questions. Suddenly she was broken from her thoughts by the computer.
=Computer=
::I have found what you asked for. It seems the Emperor resides in a place called the Estate of the Ten. Also there do appear to be Sith who reside there as well.::
"Thank you. That is all I need to know."
Taking a deep breath, she left the ship and hailed for a taxi. She told the driver to take her to the Estate and that she was expected. Nodding, he headed towards the Estate.
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Post by Darth Andor on Mar 17, 2015 9:00:32 GMT -8
Andor's forces, known as "The Winter Battalion" arrived to Kuat City and began to assimilate into the current Imperial Police force, their colored armor distinguishing them by rank and differentiating them entirely from the Imperial forces. Their task was to currently introduce the new tactics and strategies to the police force, aiming to improve their performance.
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Post by Luxeria on Mar 21, 2015 18:08:01 GMT -8
Upon entering the city, she headed straight for the spaceport. If she was going to be staying at the Estate, there was no longer a reason for her ship to remain here. Arriving where her ship was she made her way on board and to the cockpit where she powered up the ship and took off, heading for the Estate.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2015 15:11:25 GMT -8
The rain was barely drizzling down, a change for the better from the stormy weather earlier. One figure, from the look one of the many, nameless homeless people living in the city, failed to notice though. He remained as he had been, with the remains of what looked like an old brown blanket draped over him & hiding much of his frame. What could be seen was pale & skeletal, as if the owner had already passed away.
He was not, however, dead yet. If fact only a relatively short time ago he was a perfectly health Jedi. He sat now, brooding over the events that led him to this point.
It had all started with the Mandalorian assault on Yavin IV, an assault that had killed nearly everyone that he knew. He had barely escaped from the moon with his two children, a pair of adopted dugs, & a collection of various padawans & support staff from the temple. By the time the ship had limped to its destination, war had surged up ahead of it. The ship had emerged into a full scale orbital battle. There it had taken a glancing blow in the chaos & came down hard. Nearly half of those on the ship had died in the impact with the planet. The rest, battered & wounded, had escaped the burning hulk only to find themselves in the middle of another battle, this one a close, brutal affair raging through the streets of the city. By the time it was over, Resi was alone, having tried & failed to protect nearly two hundred souls & his own children.
No matter how many time he thought about it. No matter how many different ways he looked at it. It was the Mandalorian's fault. A skeletal hand grips down hard on his broken lightsabre & vowed her would repay the debt. Blood for Blood.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2015 13:09:33 GMT -8
Cuuldurach moved through the streets of Kuat City, his pace an easy and calm one. He was in no rush, as he had yet to feel movement from Andor at the Estate. He all the time he needed and had no concern for much else.
Without taking a detour, Cuuldurach stopped in front of a nice restaurant and took a moment to look at the exterior. During his time with the Empire prior to Sinistra's disappearance, he had come here often, taking a liking to the food. Even when he when started residing within the wilderness, he still came here every so often. The workers had come to know him and no longer had any worry with his hood being raised, understanding that he simply preferred to keep it up.
Upon entering, the host at the door recognized him immediately and motioned him back to a table for two. He went on to order his typical meal and a bottle of the finest wines. He also told the host that there might be someone to come looking for him, telling him of Andor. The name must have been known here as well as anywhere for his position as the host nodded without question. Cuuldurach smirked a bit as he waited.
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Post by Darth Andor on Aug 1, 2015 13:31:13 GMT -8
His speeder halted a block away from the restaurant: the location that seemed to glow with the presence of Andor's target. Jumping out of his seat and letting his feet land gracefully on the pavement, Andor flicked his black hood over his head, concealing his features in shadow. His lightsabers were with him, albeit hidden from view, strapped to his forearms as usual. To any normal citizen, Andor would appear unarmed, and inconspicuous as he melted into the crowd... But hopefully this presence was a little brighter.*
*Andor approached the door to the restaurant and without hesitation, he pushed it open and strode inside. HIs ears were assaulted with the idle music of the small "cantina-style" band that played in the corner on a slightly elevated stage. But the notes passed through his eardrums unnoticed, as Andor's eyes scanned the patrons of the establishment, his keen eyesight unhindered by the low-light, meant to relax the customers. He found the man before he saw him, having felt his presence in the Force since he left the Estate.*
*He looked at Cuuldurach, but saw no facial features, as his face too was hidden in black. The Grand Inquisitor moved gracefully and silently, ignoring the host that attempted to greet him. He wove between chairs and tables until he slid into the seat across from Cuuldurach. There, he sat as still as a statue, his mind bristling with the energies of the darkside, in total silence. It would be Cuuldurach who would break the silence.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2015 13:44:07 GMT -8
Cuuldurach had been aware of Andor's entry, his presence clear. Still, he didn't look to him as he approached, only went on to enjoy the steak before him. It wasn't until Andor sat down, that Cuuldruach looked to him, finishing the steak in his mouth before speaking. It was for just a moment that the two looked at each other from under their hoods in silence before he gave Andor a slight bow of his head. He would have offered a deeper one, but sitting didn't allow for such.
"Darth Andor, the Grand Inquisitor of the Empire. You honor me with your presence. I wondered if a man of your power and rank would waste time seeking me out." The tone he spoke in was calm and even, not betraying any kind of emotion aside from respect for the man before him. It was clear as day that Andor's power dwarfed his own. "I apologize for the discreet means of getting your attention, but I wasn't able to get in contact otherwise, as well as I didn't want anyone who wasn't of the Sith involved with our conversation." He reached over to a wine bottle and poured some into his glass, and the one that sat in front of Andor. "Would you like something to eat? On me, of course."
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Post by Darth Andor on Aug 1, 2015 13:55:22 GMT -8
"One must be cautious when summoning a demon." His voice was ice. As he spoke, a chill seemed to descended on the restaurant. Suddenly, the patrons were on edge, the band's tune sounding weak and fragile. It was only natural that his words dripped with the darkside. "I felt your calling." He raised his hands in a way that resembled a priest, "And here I am."
A waiter approached as soon as Cuuldruach offered Andor something to eat. "I'll have the same." He stated, pointing casually at the man's food. The waiter nodded his head and scurried back towards the kitchen.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2015 14:05:31 GMT -8
From under his hood, Cuuldurach smiled as the feeling descended upon the others. He, himself, while able to feel the chill remained unaffected. He took a drink of his wine before continuing. "My name is Cuuldurach. I came here some time ago back when Lord Sinistra ran the Empire. However, when a man who wasn't of the Sith took control, I left. I never joined the Empire for the sake of the Empire. I joined it because of the Sith that ruled it. It is with the Sith that my devotion lies. I am a warrior and an assassin for them and them alone."
He leaned back in his chair. "Since his arrival, I have been wandering the wilderness, training and sorting where I would go when I got word that there were a couple Sith that still were among the Empire, you being at the top. As such, I called you here to offer my services and my power. This offer extends only to you, not the Empire. A Sith following the orders of another Sith of greater power and knowledge."
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Post by Darth Andor on Aug 1, 2015 14:24:53 GMT -8
Andor understood why this man, introduced as Cuuldurach, no longer served the Empire. Andor felt the same way, and would never bow down to someone who was not Sith, and especially not to someone who was a simple, ordinary man. But Andor swore his fealty anyways, secretly wrapping Emperor Nicodemus in a web, slowly making the Emperor a mere puppet, with Andor being the puppet master. But there were only a handful who knew the truth, and all of them resided light years away on Thule, along with the beginnings of the new Sith Empire.*
*It also seemed that Cuuldurach was slightly mistaken. Andor was not the highest ranking Sith Lord in the Empire. He was the second, only to the Emperor's Hand, Caed Maas. Andor hadn't heard from him since before he ever left for Thule... Maas had been sent to Eriadu, and Andor had not heard anything since. Maybe he was the highest ranking Sith now...*
*Not that it mattered.*
*And now, a stranger who claimed to be Sith, was sitting before him pledging himself to Andor alone: claiming to be a Sith Assassin. He was here during Lord Sinistra's reign, a time where Andor himself was undercover on Corellia, and then briefly abandoned on Agamar. He had returned, unknown to Sinistra's disappearance. And it was the moment he met Nicodemus, when Andor made his move.*
"Why are you worthy to serve me? You claim to be a follower of Lord Sinistra, yet, I've never heard of you. What are your credentials?" This was only the beginning. It wasn't going to be easy for Cuuldurach to gain Andor's stewardship. He was going to have to prove himself, as was the way of the Sith.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2015 15:13:35 GMT -8
He tilted his head as the questions came. Wise questions to be asked, for certain, but also amusing. "The worth of a man is determined by those who observe him. Where I may be worthy to one, I may be unworthy to another. It matters not should I feel worthy to serve you, and a man like you doesn't simply reveal openly what he desires in those he seeks as allies and followers. Just as much, words alone don't amount to anything without action."
He took another bite of his steak, then washed it down with another gulp of wine before continuing on. "As for not hearing of me, I arrived not long before Sinistra disappeared. I never was able to get fully involved, leaving no kind of history here. Even if I did, I'd wager that very few would know who I was, for what I sought was to be the shadow. While the Empire ran about in the light, seen by all, I would work behind the scenes. Occasionally, I'd cause chaos for others, even disrupt the Empire's own dealings a bit by her orders, just to leave the deceit to others that they were victims as much as the Republic or the Jedi. It would be the same for you. While you showed yourself as the Grand Inquisitor, whatever you had planned that went against the Empire could be ordered and done through me, leaving you without reason of suspicion." In these words, he remembered he had become a coin. On one side, he held honor and fought with such, but with just a flip, he became the shadow, an assassin and one of great deceit for the progression of others.
Leaning forward, his hands clasped before his face. "I could go on, spinning a web of elegant words to make you feel I was worthy of serving you. But words are nothing more than illusions cast by those with gifted tongues. Worth and trust can only be truly gained by a series of actions. The actions must also leave the one being observed with two choices that shows them for or against the other and force the mind to choose its real desire."
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